The Renku Sessions: Timber Smoke – Week 19
Greetings and welcome to The Haiku Foundation’s current Renku Session entitled, ‘Timber Smoke’. I am Marshall Hryciuk of Toronto, Canada and I will be leading this session through a 36-link kasen renku.
Hope everybody is having a happy holiday season. Amid all the merriment, we have our first ‘love’ verse:
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
Simple and evocative at the same time. A particular spatial experience leading to an expansive temporal one. I also appreciate that ‘from the outside’ three red flags would go up with this verse, but if we participate in it as readers who are linking, they all light up green,
First,”scent” was used in the hokku -but that was 18 verses ago. And this one is most personal and not in motion, and, we haven’t had anything olfactory since.
Secondly, “the morning after”, especially if it had been used as a first line, could have created a break, a kireji, and put a halt to our renku’s continued energy. By placing it as the third line, where, falling, it combines with the repeat of the “the” (2 ‘the’s’ in a link would have been the third red flag) mimics the mental motion of remembering the past while being in the present; re-presents the night before. That the fabric of the pillow holds the stimulus for this mental activity links very well with “prom gown” while the whole verse fulfills a more general expectation implicit in the previous one. Completion and relay.
Thank-you very much, Andrew Shimield
So, to link with that we need another love, unrequited love or yearning verse that’s 2 lines; keeping out flowers, blossoms and anything to do with the moon.
Happy linking
Marshall
Timber Smoke (so far)
nothing dimmed yet
timber smoke scent
sifts into the house
Marshall Hryciuk
one by one
I pick plums off of the ground
Alfred Booth
a file of cars
overtaking a tractor
on the mountain road
Keith Evetts
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
even paler
than the clearing fog
day moon
Mary White
handprints and crumbs
I would miss them
Pamela Garry
giving pollen
a lift
on the bicycle bells
Laurie Greer
the tiffany blue
of 3 eggs in a nest
Eavonka Ettinger
scattered spores
following a random trail
through landmines
John Hawkhead
attempted murder
by the morality police
Rob Barkan
next door’s dog
barks
at our snowman
Carol Jones
the mailman’s breath
faintly white
Keith Evetts
Jacques Brel singing
“in the port of Amsterdam”
on the radio
Alfred Booth and Marshall Hryciuk
a whirligig of leaves
sweeps the deck clean
Wendy C. Bialek
evening begins
with a gift of opal
moonlight
Marion Clarke
beachcombers trade shells
as the tide comes in
Jonathan Alderfer
a morning glory
the hummingbird
unfolds
madeleine kavanaugh
stepping from the change room
in her prom gown
Laurie Greer
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
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her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
.
the river carries the sky
to the sea
Beautiful Jonathan!
a synchronous dream for two —
chimney sparks
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
— Andrew Shimield
working out
unmoored fertility
the light cast
by a firefly’s tail
a harmless invitation
to view her dad’s shotguns
kisses much sweeter
than raspberry cheesecake
I look everywhere
for the sweater she took
dabbing his shaving cuts
with her witch hazel
crab salad for two
with plenty of celery
These are great!
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
.
under sheets of rain
a long goodbye
Lovely!
couldn’t resist…
“…my Beloved
comes leaping over the mountains…”
Song of Solomon 2:8
knight in shining armor
turning her life around completely
revving the car
as her dad stands in door
hot lava of youth
turns to simmering coals
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
— Andrew Shimield
paddle board à deux
four feet connect with sea swells
Your lips of molten lava
I sink in the depths
please ignore
my previous poem
I haven’t upset
my querida wife all year
:)
still fresh
his sweet nothings
his sweet nothings
still fresh
a one-nighter
to keep her hopes at bay
a one-nighter
keeping her hopes at bay
the walk of shame
on new year’s day
.
whispering sweet nothings
in french
A Happy New Year, dear renku community.
for the first time he stops
at a jewelry store window
a lighter bounce
in his walk today
waiting to see
who texts first
love the jewelry one!
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
wishing
on a contrail
nobody knows
wishing on a contrail
nobody knows
breathless on flattened leaves
i gaze at her sunlit cleft
Happy New Years Every one! Hope this will be a good year for all of us!
Happy New Year’s Madeleine and everyone else as well
Thank-you Angel! So happy you are here with us. :)
our last kiss at the door
as she leaves for rehearsals
—
he tries not to ask
if the earth moved for her
love the earth one! keith!
tsunami goosebumps
when you sing Lady Lay down
and revised:
i still get goosebumps
when you sing Lady Lay Down
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coKyU2koBKU
edited to:
breaking up on the phone
his marriage proposal
their Siamese cat Sayōnara
fights for joint custody
his marriage proposal
breaking up on the phone
These are lovely, Wendy!
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
.
book of shunga prints
soft laughter and warm rain
.
two lovers in cloud mist
holding hands
tropic island trist
my secret memory
one night stand
I give him a fake number
some vows
break easier than twigs
faking a heart attack
to see if she still loves me
somehow a broken heart
keeps beating
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
*
the course of love runs smooth
when carved in a beech tree
*
her inner hepburn
bewitches the venue
second date
we skinny-dip
nothing existed
except her
A redo-
her inner hepburn
sets the room on fire
Congratulations, Andrew, on the verse.
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
–Andrew Shlmield
awakening to
a new year of regrets
somehow her dance moves
keep getting better
gracias mi amor for finishing
my sentences for me
she’s spent a fortune
on rosary beads
our 47th anniversary
was yesterday
Thanks Marshall, and all.
Glad to be on the board.
Well done, Andrew.
.
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
.
Andrew Shimield
.
.
dick pics just don’t feel dirty
anymore
.
how many legs
does this octopus have?!
.
feathers fly
with the crow of the cock
.
.
princess k, you likely know all this . . . Japanese ukiyo-e prints that involve octopus and women were often highly erotic. The print Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife (1814) by Hokusai is a beautiful and famous example. Interestingly, the Wikipedia entry has a translation of the explicit text on the print that I had never seen before.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dream_of_the_Fisherman%27s_Wife#:~:text=7%20External%20links-,History%20and%20description,the%20limbs%20of%20two%20octopuses.
Thanks for the link, Jonathan – always happy to be learning. I did read about the octopus as a result of Keith’s remarks in re:Virals 430: https://thehaikufoundation.org/revirals-430/.
in Auntie’s jewel drawer
a young man’s pre-war photo
the cougar
is on the prowl
Well done, Andrew.
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
tea and oranges from China
yet no love to give her
Well done, Andrew.
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
—
a tee-shirt with a ❤️
hung out to dry
—-
signed and witnessed
copies of the prenup
i pour a coffee
into a big blue mug
mierda she sometimes calls me
which sounds more poetic than shit
her favorite hobby
feeding apples to burros
listening to roosters
sitting beside us on the bus
a memory foam romance
loses its bounce
a surge of romance
in a memory foam bed
a surge of romance
with the electrician
pebbles on the window
headphones on her ears
memory foam
loses its bounce
our footsteps imprinted
on these streets
together we hover, glide
and sometimes even soar
she’s often on the roof
holding nails in her mouth
sometimes I wish I’d
married her sister instead
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
.
a woman sifts the sea
for lost companions
.
the lovely form
of a shifting sandbar
.
a dragon tattoo prowls
beneath her silk kimono
.
love the prowling dragon Jonathan
wow! i can see it….. jonathan inspired:
w A v e S & w A v e S
of sHIFTINg SANDbars
Something in the way she moves,
attracts me like no other lover (Beatles)
Oh, my love, my darling,
I’ve hungered for your touch (Righteous Brothers)
Hey Dan-
Raven hair and ruby lips
Sparks fly from her fingertips
Echoed voices in the night
She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight
(Eagles)
Love those lyrics, thanks Carolyn!
just one moment
bitter sharing
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
forgot my name
forever
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
Happy New Year 2024
prayers soar
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
still talking about war
very sad
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
—— Andrew Shimield
an idea
sitting in the sun
wondering if
their daydreams were in sync
the envelope’s seal broken
but the sonnet unread
fragrance, of roses, allure.
Of wine, on the lips.
Angel, this is a lovely poem. If you can get away with out using any punctuation in haiku, I understand that it is a good thing. I remember Marshall saying words to the effect at the beginning of the Renku Sessions, last August. I don’t think you need the commas and the periods aren’t necessary, either. I like that you didn’t capitalize “fragrance” at the beginning of the first line. The “of” at the beginning of the second line doesn’t need to be capitalized, as well:) I really like the air of mystery in your poem. Very nice :)
Angel, you are doing great!
Fragrance, of roses, on the nape.
Allure of wine, on the lips.
his hands caress my hips
as we tango down the hall
the aroma
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
tougher challenge
in 2024
her scant
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
tougher challenge
in 2024
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
tougher challenge
in 2024
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
—Andrew Shimield
we both agree
on Plan B
This was my first thought for a response too, Keith:
plan a
is plan b
I am in good company, then! Ah, how ideals are tempered by experience….
Keith,
The pharmacist in me loves this Plan B verse. Clever, well done. I am envious that it didn’t occur to me. It’s a winner!
Nan
Thanks, Nan. We need more pharmaku, a neglected area as more of us queue for meds. I have:
pharmacy queue the incurable gossips
Failed Haiku issue 91 July 2023
Keith,
This is one I wrote long ago.
placebo effect….
Vicodin now in hand
patient’s face changes to smile
from Three Breaths
like many haiku I could edit it
I love your pharmacy queue the incurable gossips. It’s so true.
waiting for Rx…
national enquirer headline
of miracle cure
#offthecuffhaiku
calm seas, ship’s, stormy.
heart’s, Cleopatra, to Caeser.
calm seas, ship’s, bound.
stormy heart’s, cleopatra, to Caeser.
breaking up on the phone
his proposal
fighting for joint custody
Sayōnara the Siamese cat
Sunshine, shining, horses.
Hayride, on a dirt road.
a ménage à trois
for his birthday
his wife ran off
with the other woman
some lipstick on
the stemware
calling the number
left on his flip phone
downloading
dating apps
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
.
her first word in English
was Mastercard
seasick together
on an ox cart
smiling each time she calls me
son of a beech
murder suicide pacts
work better than vows
“her first word in English
was Mastercard”
Hilarious, Dan! A welcome leavening of haikai humor…
Thanks amigo, I wish you the very best for the New Year!
Lovely verse Andrew!
.
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
———Andrew Shimield
.
no license required
to drive me crazy
.
we laugh at the maple leaves
blushing overhead
.
mon dieu! the heat
from your fumarole heart
.
clouds come and go
over our heads
.
a ‘dear john’ letter
left on the shelf
in her eyes my future
maybe
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
*
sharing the dizziness
of the whirlwind romance
*
awaiting the spinoff
from their whirlwind romance
*
improvising
they tickle the ivories
fingers entwine
during the pas de deux
****
I am a latecomer to this party and not sure if I’ll stay or not but my goodness, what a beautiful renku this is shaping up to be. Thank you to all you dedicated poets and the Marshall’s exquisite curation. Happy New Year!
thank you….liz…you have not lost a beat!
LOL!
Aren’t we all latecomers to party of life and love?
and no one knows how long they will stick around!
But what we make of the time we are here….you have aced it…with your two verses…and compliments …IMO!!!
wishing you and all another year of being, dancing and playing, if that is the desire!
andrew very nice one because it covers all kinds of love relationships–
are you describing an everlasting love or a fleeting one nighter?
thank you marshall once again for a great pick and explanation.
Thank you Madeleine, Wendy, Carolyn, ill have to check out those books I’ve got a long ways to go I’m looking forward to the learning curve lol. By y way so we put multiple haiku suggestions for this one in particular I mean the renku session
my goal and approach to this or any renku….is to enjoy and participate in helping to shape and create the body of the renku(in the form of offerings posted), which i will called a collaboration of verses. starting with the hokku being a haiku-like structure, with three lines and alternating thereafter with two and three line verses. each week when i read the new verse picked by our sabaki…this session it is marshall, i look for a way to link to it and shift away from it and present my posts accordingly… reading the instructions set forth in the commentary. they may include a specific season or not, and what ideas/words to focus on and /or things to avoid. have fun, angel!
Thanks wendy
:) This is wonderful, Wendy!
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
*
but always the question
of will it last
hearing the grand kids
grow up on facebook
will you marry me
as they plunge from plane
exchanging glances
over the kids heads
my mountain of work
fades with his daily text
Redo-
will you marry me
as they jump from plane
her perfume
still on my surroundings
yesterday’ shopping and gift
taps her memory strong
i still get goosebumps
when he sings Lady Lay Down
just waking up
to the recurring dream
a single mom
silently plays toothfairy
without reduncy:
a single mom
plays toothfairy
lol! redoing
redundancy
again a solid pick and relatable commentary by Marshall….thank you!!!
congrats!!! Andrew…for a tender love verse and adding a great first love verse passing the middle point of our renku!
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
another lovelorn message
left on my voicemail
the not-a-love note
lacks a number
already swiping
for a lookalike
she loves me
but then again
postponing a trip
to the laundromat
immortalized in
the line of a renku
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
under the clear blue sky
birds chirped happily
her scent
on the pillow
the next morning
Andrew Shield
i passed this shop
miss your hair
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shield
?
i passed this shop
miss your hair
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
time is very fast
i am not ready
Beautiful!!
Congratulations dear Andrew!!
Red dress Red Roof Inn
Champagne ocean view
Very nice, Angel!
Just a few minor adjustments, Angel, Marshall will probably talk to you about… Wonderful thing about haiku is we never stop learning.
bouncing
grandbabies on their knee
I’m new here and new to everything related to haiku. So forgive me if I mess up. And congratulations to Andrew.
Red dress
Red Roof Inn
Champagne ocean view
Welcome, Angel. Don’t worry about messing up. It’s all part of the process. I think you will enjoy sharing your poetry here… You’re already off to a great start!
Make the three lines into two lines… (this week it’s a wakiku) ….and it’s perfect. You can add the second line to the first
I really like your poem :)
If anyone has any pointers for Angel…
Angel, a book that helps a lot, recommended by Carol Jones earlier in the sessions is “Renku Reckoner” by John Carley… Marshall’s explanations at the top of each session is very helpful and reading poems of previous weeks:)
Thanks a bunch Madeleine I really appreciate it until I saw a video recently I didn’t even know about haiku it’s really interesting for some reason it just clicked in my head. Lol
Angel, this is so wonderful to hear. I know you are going to love haiku. I think this book might help, as well: “The Haiku Handbook: How to Write, Share and Teach Haiku”, by William J Higginson and Penny Harter… I look forward to reading more of your poems :)
yes, Madeleine, i agree that this week it is a two-liner….but look again at the book….”wakiku” the specific name given to verse two, (as my understanding in renku goes), occurs only once and that is in the immediate verse following the the hokku in any length renku.
Thank-you, Wendy. This is good to know! :)
Welcome, Angel!
The dialog entry box is tricky it can throw your last word into a new line. I’ve had to revise some poems so they fit. I’m not sure if they would be accepted so I redo them. And no capitalization of words
Enjoy!
:)
Lovely!
Welcome Angel. Here is a link to an online guide to renku : http://www.2hweb.net/haikai/renku/index.html. I would suggest first reading the section on Background and Teaching. Good luck and have fun – looking forward to reading your contributions.
Thank-you Princess K. I am looking forward to checking out the guide.
last words
unsaid
faces pass
but not hers
the photo
faded, too
the prayer list
a name longer
before phoning mom
they elope
knowing
everyday will be an adventure!
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
how many separations
how many betrayals
a morning glory
the hummingbird
unfolds
stepping from the change room
in her prom gown
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
1
the usual greetings at work
everyone seems unreal
2
a successful exit
and make your own coffee
3
tonight he’ll be glad he’s back
doing his beastly duty
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
*
wishing the dreamboats
bon voyage and smooth sailing
*
smooth sailing ahead
with such a dream boat
*
This is exquisite!
he leaves without
a backward glance
another victim unfriended
on facebook
he carves another notch
on the headboard
I’ll still keep his picture
in my silver locket
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
– Andrew Shimield
a bloodhound’s howls heard
through the crack of dawn
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
—Andrew Shimield
tripping over high-heals
left behind
opening shutters
letting go
I love these, Pamela!
Yeah! Thanks Madeleine!
tripping over high-heels
left behind
Congratulations, Andrew. Enjoyed reading the write-up. Always a learning curve, Marshall.
first day
of their life together through the years
* first day
of their life together
the boy next door
watching over her
first day
of the rest of their mysterious life
walking her home
from school
Wonderful verse, Andrew! Thanks again, Marshall, for an inspired selection and illuminating comments.
*
her scent
on the pillow
the morning after
Andrew Shimield
*
the soft glow of the ring
on its bed of cotton
*
the soft glow of a pair
of new gold bands
*
Laurie, these are very lovely. :)
she
vanishes
Madeleine, your 2 words give me a frisson!
Awww, thanks Pamela! That means alot! :)
(I had to look up frisson! :)
Congratulations again, Andrew! A hauntingly stunning poem.
did anyone
see her leave?
the woman of his dreams
vanished
*
the woman of his dreams
vanishes
slipping
through his fingers
leaving
no other trace
Congratulations Andrew for a beautiful poem full of love. It fits perfectly into the renku. Thank-you, Marshall for a wonderful explanation.